well.
i don't like being called pretty.
this is going to sound a bit ungrateful, but when someone tells me they like me for my face--i don't take them seriously. a part of me thinks it's shallow for any relationship to have grounds based on that and for another, it makes me feel like i'm just something to look at. i think what defines me as a person is surely NOT my external appearance; either get to know me, or continue staring.
wow that was such a bitchy thing to actually write but sjdbaljbd i am not some doll okay. i am person too :|
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for statr; thanks for the v-gift bb. i can only offer semi (if at all) decent drabbles :(
sho received lots of valentines this year, for a johhny's junior. his little pile of gifts rivaled those of his sempais. no wonder everyone gave him a half-envious, half-amazed look. sho was proud of himself, though he wasn't really sure why he was. he was sorting through his little gifts--chocolates, cards and even flowers--with much joy. it wasn't everyday that he felt this wanted after all.
in the array of red, he found something that caught his attention: a crudely cut heart. it was blank--no notes or sender--just a red heart with slightly jagged edges. but sho didn't need any hints to find out who it was from. it was easy enough.
he found him tucking his modest pile of valentines in his backpack. sho gave him a tap on the shoulder, followed by a wide smile.
"i guess i owe you one for white day."
jun smiled back. //
lalala stolen from hairspray
Comment with ___ & I'll tell you:
❀ → something that turns me on.
✁ → something weird about me.
♥ → about someone I care about, without any names.
✖ → something I dislike about myself.
✔ → something I like about myself.
Or just ask me a question and I’ll tell you the ~truth~.
i shall now get back to work on your picspam requests. if you have more for me, leave them here :D♥
hoping you all felt loved this valentines! (if not, tell me and i'll give you some love ♥)
this is going to sound a bit ungrateful, but when someone tells me they like me for my face--i don't take them seriously. a part of me thinks it's shallow for any relationship to have grounds based on that and for another, it makes me feel like i'm just something to look at. i think what defines me as a person is surely NOT my external appearance; either get to know me, or continue staring.
wow that was such a bitchy thing to actually write but sjdbaljbd i am not some doll okay. i am person too :|
--
for statr; thanks for the v-gift bb. i can only offer semi (if at all) decent drabbles :(
sho received lots of valentines this year, for a johhny's junior. his little pile of gifts rivaled those of his sempais. no wonder everyone gave him a half-envious, half-amazed look. sho was proud of himself, though he wasn't really sure why he was. he was sorting through his little gifts--chocolates, cards and even flowers--with much joy. it wasn't everyday that he felt this wanted after all.
in the array of red, he found something that caught his attention: a crudely cut heart. it was blank--no notes or sender--just a red heart with slightly jagged edges. but sho didn't need any hints to find out who it was from. it was easy enough.
he found him tucking his modest pile of valentines in his backpack. sho gave him a tap on the shoulder, followed by a wide smile.
"i guess i owe you one for white day."
jun smiled back. //
lalala stolen from hairspray
Comment with ___ & I'll tell you:
❀ → something that turns me on.
✁ → something weird about me.
♥ → about someone I care about, without any names.
✖ → something I dislike about myself.
✔ → something I like about myself.
Or just ask me a question and I’ll tell you the ~truth~.
i shall now get back to work on your picspam requests. if you have more for me, leave them here :D♥
hoping you all felt loved this valentines! (if not, tell me and i'll give you some love ♥)